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Pros. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say what thou seest yond. *Owns. Yonder. Mir.
What is't? a spirit ? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, 410 It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit. Pros. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath
such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd* With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
I might call him
Pros. [Aside] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
420 Within two days for this. Fer.
Most sure, the goddess
No wonder, sir;
My language ! heavens !
How? the best ? 430 What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me ; And that he does I weep : myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck’d. Mir.
Alack, for mercy ! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords ; the Duke of
[Aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control* thee, If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight 440 They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good sir;
*Confute. I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclined my way! Fer.
O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen
of Naples. Pros.
Soft, sir! one word more. [Aside] They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
450 I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. [To Fer.] One word more;
I charge thee That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't. Fer.
No, as I am a man.
461 Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and
husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. Fer.
No; I will resist such entertainment* till
*Treatment. Mine enemy has more power.
[Draws, and is charmed from moving. Mir.
O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle* and not fearful.† *Noble. fTimorous.
What? I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
Beseech you, father.
Sir, have pity;
Silence! one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an impostor! hush! Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! To the most of men this is a Caliban
480 And they to him are angels. Mir.
Come on; obey:
So they are;
threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day 490 Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison.
Pros. [Aside] It works. [To Fer.] Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Āriel! [To Fer.] Fol
Be of comfort;
Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
To the syllable. 500 Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him.
[Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Another part of the island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause, So have we all, of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common; every day some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant and the merchant Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. Alon.
Prithee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant
you should. Gön. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Fie, what á spendthrift is he of his
Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?
Seb. The old cock.
30 Ant. The cockerel. Seb. Done. The wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match! Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Seb. Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid. Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet, Ant. He could not miss't.
40 Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate temperance.*
*Temperature. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most
sweetly. Seb. As if it had lungs and rotten ones. Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live.
50 Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush* and lusty the grass looks! how
*Luxuriant. Ant. The ground indeed is tawny. Seb. With an eye* of green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Gon. But the rarity of it is,—which is indeed almost beyond credit,
Seb. As many vouched rarities are.
Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies ?
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
Gon. Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.